Prompt: a battle magician, auburn-haired, full armor in shades of red and blue, a large magician's staff in her outstretched left hand, a large white wolf on the magician's left side. They are standing on a path in a dense but bright forest
Galactic Elegance: The Star Dancer's Cosmic Symphony
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AIVision
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1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
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Prompt: In the vast expanse of space, where billions of stars form an infinite wallpaper, an amazing spectacle appears. Against the backdrop of myriads of star points, shimmering in the boundless darkness, a mysterious figure begins to dance. This is a star dancer, a being composed of pure blue light. Her body is ethereal, immaterial, seeming to consist of a mist that sparkles and shimmers like the purest crystal. Her every movement leaves behind her a delicate, luminous streak that quickly fades away, as if it were just a memory of light. The dancer moves with extraordinary grace and speed, her movements are fluid and harmonious, as if she were one of the cosmic phenomena. She dances to the rhythm of an invisible melody, the notes of which seem to come from the very heart of the universe. She spins, flits and twirls in space, her body rippling and stretching, creating fantastic light patterns. Around her, in the distance, one can see colorful nebulae, pulsars and distant galaxies. Every element of the cosmic landscape seems to respond to her dance, as if she were the conductor of this infinite orchestra of light. Stars flash more intensely, and planets in the distance seem to follow her movements. The entire scene exudes a magical, almost transcendental calm and beauty. The star dancer is the embodiment of cosmic harmony, her dance is a visual symphony that combines elegance, speed and lightness. Her presence in the cosmos is a reminder that even in the greatest emptiness there is beauty and life.
Prompt: In a huge forest clearing, hidden deep in a mythical ancient forest, a mysterious mist spreads, creating an ethereal atmosphere. The trees around the clearing are huge, their mighty trunks overgrown with moss and vines, and their crowns weave high above the ground, forming a natural vault. In the middle of the clearing, amidst the mist, an unusual figure appears. It is an electric being, a voluptuous woman whose body is composed of micro electrical discharges. Her skin appears to be woven from pure energy, shimmering in colors of silver, blue and gold. Light dances on her surface, creating ever-changing patterns that exude warmth and magnetism. Her movements are fluid and graceful, as if she is one with the energy around her. Each step, each gesture leaves behind streaks of luminous discharges that slowly blur into mist. The creature moves with delicacy and elegance, as if dancing to nature's invisible melody. The clearing is illuminated by a soft, diffused light that penetrates the mist, creating a mystical, almost supernatural landscape. Flickering skylights can be seen around the electric being, who seems to be attracted to its energy. A thick carpet of moss lies on the ground, and in the midst of it bloom a variety of colorful flowers that glisten in her light.
Prompt: A little young girl hugs the head of a unicorn. Damaged torn ball gown. She is happy and smiling. Mythical forest large clearing. Fog, sunrise.
Prompt: a battle magician, auburn-haired, full armor in shades of red and blue, a magician's staff in her outstretched left hand, a large white wolf on the magician's left side. They are standing on a path in a dense but bright forest
Prompt: Desires the robes of heaven
If I had the embroidered robes of heaven,
Adorned with gold and silver light,
Blue, dark and dusky robes
Of night, light and half-light,
I would spread them under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
A fine blue mist beneath a woman's feet.
I spread my dreams under your feet;
Out of the mist little houses , castles, an island with a palm tree, children.
Step gently as you tread on my dreams.
The woman walks towards the kneeling man through the mist.
Prompt: Amidst a blizzard of snow, a castle with a tall tower. A young prince on a white horse. Frosted trees, mist. Early evening, snow glistens in the sunlight.
Prompt: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
Q
Prompt: Joy and hope.
The sun rose with a warm smile,
The morning cuddles the day in its arms,
Let the world be filled with laughter,
And the heart trembles in joyful tones.
Memories like butterflies light,
Swirl in the golden glow of the sky,
Though yesterday was grey with sadness,
Today we only need happiness!
Q
Prompt: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
Q
Prompt: Kitchen, evening, illuminated by three candlesticks with burning candles. The lower cabinets are wooden, brown, lacquered, with richly carved doors. The upper cabinets are also wooden, brown, lacquered, with richly carved glass doors. On the floor, there is a steel-gray cat trapped in mouse traps, with traps snapped on all its paws and several on its tail. In the middle of the kitchen stands a wooden table, brown, lacquered, with richly carved legs. On the table lies an embroidered white napkin with colorful embroidery. At the top of the table, a white plate holds a large piece of yellow, greasy, holey cheese. More towards the center of the table, a white cup lies overturned on a white saucer. Miniature playing cards are spread around the cup. Little gray mice sit around the cup, playing cards and nibbling on pieces of yellow cheese. A warm yellow-gold light fills the kitchen.
Prompt: Ant. Driving a cadillac antsy, eyes and mouth stretched from speed, teeth clenched. A happy smile. In the background the horizon blurred from speed. Sunrise.
Prompt: A woman is the heart of a diamond,
The light of your dreams and dreams,
She is the source of the moment,
Where you find the rapture of life's tender ways.
Woman like the wind of love,
The energy that strengthens your soul,
Beautiful as a flower in eternal fertility,
Which makes the whole world jealous.
Woman like a golden leaf of autumn,
Not a bond of her - free, like a glow on the water,
She Goddess, the wonder of the world in space,
You, on the other hand, faithful to her in all weathers.
Q
Prompt: **Enchanté**
A whisper of silk, a velvet trace,
Lingering soft, like an elegant embrace.
With every step, a secret's told,
A fragrance spun in threads of gold.
Mystery in bloom, desire unfolds,
A dance of petals, daring and bold.
Enchanté lingers, soft and light,
The essence of allure, day and night.
Velvet blooms and fire entwined,
A touch so soft, yet so divine.
Enchanté tempts, it calls, it stays,
Awakening desire in endless ways.
Aife
Prompt: Fury of Feelings
When the storm rages in the unseen heart,
Hopes burn, in sparks die,
Fury like fire burns in silence,
Turns all that was into shadow ruins.
Anger rolls in, like an avalanche ominous,
Breaks down the walls of tenderness without end,
In its embrace feelings crumble into dust,
There is no salvation, only cold sobbing.
Q
Prompt: **Enchanté**
A whisper of silk, a velvet trace,
Lingering soft, like an elegant embrace.
With every step, a secret's told,
A fragrance spun in threads of gold.
Mystery in bloom, desire unfolds,
A dance of petals, daring and bold.
Enchanté lingers, soft and light,
The essence of allure, day and night.
Velvet blooms and fire entwined,
A touch so soft, yet so divine.
Enchanté tempts, it calls, it stays,
Awakening desire in endless ways.
Aife
Prompt: Helena sits on a white horse, whose coat glistens in the sunlight. Her long golden hair cascades over her shoulders, waving slightly in the wind. Her eyes, deep as the sea, reflect the sunlight, emanating an unusual glow. Helena's delicate skin radiates health and youth, and her lips are full and sensuous, slightly parted, as if she is about to say something. Helena is dressed in an airy white gown that gently clings to her body, emphasizing her slender figure. The gown is decorated with subtle gold embroideries that shimmer with every movement. A lightweight silk scarf is draped over her shoulders, dancing in the breeze. Her hands, with delicate fingers, securely hold the reins of her horse, and gold bracelets glitter on her wrists, reflecting the sun's rays. A picturesque meadow stretches around Helena. Flowers sway in the wind, and the air is heavy with the scent of wild roses and freshly cut grass. You can hear birds singing and the gentle buzzing of bees. Helena looks off into the distance, to the horizon where the sky joins the earth. In her gaze one can see both joy and a hint of sadness, as if she is thinking about future events. Despite her unparalleled beauty, Helena exudes calmness and confidence, seemingly oblivious to her impact on those around her.
Prompt: Enkidu. Muskularny atletycznie zbudowany. Twarz barbarzyńcy z długą lwią grzywą. Przez plecy przewieszony kołczan ze strzałami. W dłoni łuk długi rzeźbiony. Mityczny las drzewa porośnięte mchem. Enkidu towarzyszy wataha wielkich białych wilków. Słońce w południe.
Prompt: Królowa Lodu. Długie falujące blond włosy. Diadem z niebieskimi kryształami lodu. Zimne niebieskie oczy. Skóra biała i zimna. Ubrana w białe krótkie futerko i suknie z lodowych sopli. Jedzie w zimowych saniach z płozami. Sanie ciągną dwa białe konie. Zimowy wieczór.
Prompt: Among the fields where poppies glisten bloodily,
A poppy maiden dreams in the sun.
Her dress of petals, like the red of the sky,
Gently dancing as the wind wraps her.
Her eyes like dew bathed mornings,
In them enchanted the magic of a flowery glade.
Among the herbs and grasses she quietly walks barefoot,
Wherever she goes, there life grows.
Her heart is a smile, a ray of hope,
And every step she takes sows a trail of love.
When the red poppies bloom in spring,
A maiden among them remains eternally young.
Prompt: Masked by a transparent blue as well as delicate as her robes, a small veil covering only the lower part of her face. A wild desert warrior with crossed swords on her back, riding on a huge flea through the rocky desert. Fog, morning.
Prompt: Grief
Her eyes already in the distant mist,
Like a silent whisper in the night's depths,
A pale smile that will not return,
A cold echo rings in the heart.
The past carried by the wind,
Like a leaf that fell from the tree,
Though I'm still trying to catch it,
Love is already gone into the world.
Prompt: Hidden Flame
In silence my shadow trembles beside you,
And in your eyes a sparkling heat creeps,
Whenever I look towards you,
As the flame in my heart secretly wields.
Your movements light, your gesture subtle,
Like a dream that shines in the night's starlight,
Though I speak no word,
It's a fire in my soul all the days.
But I carry this desire quietly,
Like a wind that whispers in the night,
The thoughts hidden deep in my heart,
Still alive, though you don't know it, I.
Q
Prompt: Fury of Feelings
When the storm rages in the unseen heart,
Hopes burn, in sparks die,
Fury like fire burns in silence,
Turns all that was into shadow ruins.
Anger rolls in, like an avalanche ominous,
Breaks down the walls of tenderness without end,
In its embrace feelings crumble into dust,
There is no salvation, only cold sobbing.
Q
Prompt: Medusa, has long, wavy hair, some strands of which resemble snakes, delicately braided in an elegant manner. Her eyes are green, glittering like snakes, mesmerising and slightly frightening. Medusa's skin is pale, almost porcelain, with a delicate sheen.
Ancient Greek armour, subtly accentuates her feminine figure. The armour is decorated with fine gold ornaments that give her the appearance of a goddess of war. In her left hand she holds a shield decorated with engraved serpent motifs, and in her right hand she wields a sword with a shiny, silvery blade.
The temple, surrounded by marble columns and intricate carvings on the walls. The glow of torches illuminates the space.
Prompt: The feminine power of nature
She is a mother, what teaches the steps among the roads of life,
The first teacher, who hides wisdom in the heart.
A peacemaker in storms, who paints peace on faces,
Keeper of the fire of love, which eternally burns in the home fireplace.
Her hands cuddle in suffering, Her words soothe pain,
She is the confidant of secrets, what hides the deep current of dreams.
A dreamer, what soars on the wings of imagination,
Yet she stands firmly on the ground, full of strength and prudence.
Her heart, like a flowing river, carries generations in its waters,
It strengthens, inspires, leads amidst dawn and dusk.
In her eyes the light of the past, present and future trembles,
Able to create worlds where love without boundaries lives.
She is everything - the beginning and the end of this path,
Mother of the earth who gives birth and nourishes, guards and protects.
Her spirit weaves into every existence, into every whisper,
Immeasurable, steadfast, guardian of all the elements of the universe.
Qqpin
Prompt: A red-haired girl among fields wide,
With pigtails sticking up at her sides,
In colourful stockings that laugh with fate,
In a mini-skirt, sewn on easily with a square voice.
By the haystack, with sling in hand,
Pipi stands, with a smile on her thin lips.
Freckled face, full of playful power,
The world belongs to her, for she has the gleam of night in her eyes.
Oversized shoes, from mud and adventures written,
They step proudly, in a dance in fields unknown.
In the background the forest, the mill, and the wind whispers softly to her,
‘Pipi, girl, your spirit is like an echo.’
She knows no fear, no boredom of the day,
Pipi knows that freedom is her game.
Prompt: Masked by a transparent blue as well as delicate as her robes, a small veil covering only the lower part of her face. A wild desert warrior with crossed swords on her back, riding on a huge scorpion through the rocky desert. Fog, morning.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
